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swivellives

48 M New Orleans, LA

I’m looking for

  • Women who like men
  • Ages 30–55
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Agnosticism, but not too serious about it
Sign
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Income
$60,000–$70,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Has kids, but doesn’t want more
Pets
Speaks
English, Albanian

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My self-summary
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I'm a nice guy trying my best to be a little more bad-ass.

I spent 13 adventure-filled years in the Balkans (Kosovo, Albania and Macedonia) working with an NGO. I speak Albanian fluently (a great party trick!) and the Southern Slavic languages badly. I've been back in NOLA for more than three years now.

I like joy-riding the Algiers Ferry; checking out pop-up restaurants; taking pictures of snakes, sunsets and swamps; hiking; and biking.

I never outgrew knock-knock jokes. I'm a sucker for a compliment. I have terminal ADD. All of life is a field trip for me.

In the interest of full disclosure, you should probably know that I'm the worst dancer in the world. I grew up fundamentalist, and it was a sin to dance. But that was a convenient cover for me because I was too socially awkward and physically uncoordinated to want to dance anyhow. If 48 isn't too late, I'm ready to learn.
What I’m doing with my life
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Showing off the city and sharing its stories and secrets. Driving a mule carriage for a living and a pedicab for fun, exercise, and the compliments I get on my calves. Trying to be a damn good dad to my 18-year-old daughter and 14-year-old son. Rediscovering my NOLA roots and surrendering to the seduction of the world's sexiest city.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Learning languages. Making moussaka. Taking pictures. Telling stories. (See the St. Bernard story below. And ask me to tell you the one about the governor's daughter's iguana.)
The first things people usually notice about me
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My blue eyes and my calves. Also my intelligence, but that may in fact be an optical illusion produced by my heavy-framed glasses.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Music: The Avett Brothers; Buddy and Julie Miller; Tom Waits; Johnny Cash; Awolnation; John Prine; Vigilantes of Love; Old Crow Medicine Show; Mark Heard; Alabama Shakes; Regina Spektor; Lucinda Williams; Wilco; The Revivalists; Trombone Shorty; Kermit Ruffins; Dire Straits; Lost Bayou Ramblers; Feufollet; Zydepunks; Sabri Fejzullahu; Dervish Shaqa... Also I'm going to say Nina Simone just because all the cool girls seem to be big Nina Simone fans.

Shows: I love Radiolab and This American Life! I'm not really into TV, but I might be persuaded to sit next to you to cuddle and make out during commercials.

Movies: Down by Law; Life is Beautiful; The Princess Bride; The Gods Must Be Crazy; The Grand Budapest Hotel; Sling Blade. Lately, I've been on a Coen Brothers kick. Fargo and O Brother, Art Thou? are my two currently-reigning all-time favorite movies.

Books:
- Fiction: Ismail Kadare; J. R. R. Tolkien; Douglas Adams; Leif Enger. Lately I've been reading Michael Chabon
- New Orleans history and culture: Ned Sublette, Richard Campanella, etc.
- Funny stuff by David Sedaris, Davy Rothbart, etc.

Food: My mama used to say that I'd eat anything that didn't eat me first. I drive the pedicab partly so that I can get away with indulging in fried oyster po-boys and stuff like that. I'm always looking to add to the list of strange things I've eaten: tongue taco; century egg; scrambled eggs and squirrel brains (My mama made that one for us when I was a kid!); pig ear sandwich; fried rattlesnake; jellyfish salad; goat liver; raccoon; etc.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
- My daughter and son.
- My three amazing sisters.
- My bicycle.
- My camera.
- My laptop.
-Ok, that's five. Umm, let's see... Dunno. Maybe I'll end up meeting someone on this site that I won't be able to do without.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
War and peace. Not the Tolstoy book. I've never read it, actually. I mean violence and its causes and whether or not its ever justified. I know that I'm sounding really pompous here, but I really have thought about this stuff a lot ever since I was a kid.

And sex. Of course. I'm a guy. (I don't read the male profiles, but are there any guys who could honestly answer this question without mentioning sex? Oh yeah, and as far as I'm concerned, 500 bonus points to any woman who lists "sex" as an answer to this question!)
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Lately Friday has been my main hang-out-with-the-kids night. Otherwise I might be out listening to a live band or watching an improv comedy show. Or working a double.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I once got raped by a Saint Bernard. Not a "Chalmatian" from St. Bernard Parish but an actual Saint Bernard canine.

My dad was a preacher, and he used to take me with him sometimes when he went out visiting people. So we went to this one house, and they had this little poodle, which apparently was in heat, and she was jumping on me, begging to be petted.

Then we left there and went to a trailer park. There was this massive Saint Bernard who had been lying under a truck in a puddle of oil. Evidently he picked up the scent of that poodle, and he jumped on my back and started humping.

I was just a kid and hadn't yet learned the facts of life. I thought the dog was going to eat me up. I couldn't stand up under his weight, so I was dragging myself along the ground with this dog rocking and riding on my back. My dad was terrified to intervene, not knowing how this huge horny beast might react to losing his lover. Finally I made it to the car. My dad opened the door, and I wriggled out of the Saint Bernard's embrace and crawled inside. The dog was trying to get into the car with me, but my dad slammed the door and almost took off his nose.

And if you like that story, you should ask me to tell you the one about the governor's daughter's iguana.
You should message me if
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...you really want to hear the story about the governor's daughter's iguana.